Hunt: Showdown 1896 - Violent Balance

This DLC contains one Hunter, two Weapons, and one Consumable:

• Rangdas Shadow (Hunter)
• Charmed Calamity (Mako 1895 Claw)
• Strike a Balance (Scottfield)
• Wrath of Rangda (Sticky Bomb)

Rangdas Shadow

Once another faceless Hunter in the crowd, Rangdas Shadow ascended into greater darkness via the transformation brought on by wearing her sacred mask. She strives to honor evils role in its endless dance with gooda dance that was never meant to end.

Charmed Calamity

Its a beautiful thing to know that every bullet wound and slashed throat is meant to be. Rangdas Shadow finds few things in life to be sweeter than wielding instruments like this Mako 1895 Claw in her mission to conjure death and chaos.

Strike a Balance

The weight of endless killing can sour a Hunters soul if left unchallenged, and seep into their minds softest tissues. Be free of guilt whenever you wield this Scottfield. Take comfort in the knowledge that your victims death will bring balance, and that Rangdas Shadow approves.

Wrath of Rangda

Evils purpose is to match the visceral intensity of goods searing light. Should you hear the tell-tale hiss of this Sticky Bomb from the shadows, understand that equilibrium is about to be struck as youre blown apart with the wrath of Rangdas Shadow.

Before she transformed, she was just another faceless Hunter in plain clothes. Exhausted. Afraid. A ghost of her former self. So many demons thrived here, wriggling through soil and structures and the bodies of both living and dead. Too many times she witnessed others as they were torn apart by monsters or killed by each other, riddled with bullets or blown apart and strung over barbed wire in dripping, meaty clumps. It filled her eyes and her heart with darkness, until no more darkness could fit.

She needed somewhere else to put it.

Transformation came with the mask. Just as shed learned as a child in her homeland, she made it with wood from the same tree, one that stood beautifully out from the others on the eastern end of Windy Run. Once it was finished, she dutifully presented the mask to the tree in reverence before sliding it over her face. Gone were the feelings of exhaustion and fear. The mask depicted the demon queen Rangda from her mothers stories. When she wore it, she too felt capable of leading armies of evil according to her desire. Her nightmares were the same, but now, instead of making her wake up screaming in cold sweat, they comforted her, like a blood-warm bath that only wanted to cradle her every wicked idea.

The answer had been in her heart all along, seeded there by the stories from her upbringing. She understood now that it never should have been a matter of good versus evil in this Incursion. The secret was in the knowledge that good would never winthat neither side would. For the dance between good and evil was eternal, and was always meant to be. She carved a second maskone of goodand wore it on her back as proof of her commitment to balance.

But it was the demon queens mask that she would wear on her face. For on these hunting grounds, it was evil that reigned, made evident in the Corruptions every twisted creation and putrefied wound.

To Rangda, such a place was nothing short of paradise.